"Three hundred gold pieces," a deep, seductive voice caught my attention. "I must have that woman." The crowd gasped in surprise. I quickly searched for the source of the voice and found myself facing a man with hair ashen, like charred wood remnants. His piercing gray eyes locked onto mine, and my wolf's instincts roared, "Mine!" "Going once... twice... thrice. Sold!" Master Henderson beamed. "The item goes to His Majesty, King Elio. I assure you, Your Majesty, you won't regret this decision." King Elio? That name rang a bell. Could it be true? The notorious Lycan King was my destined mate? ------------------------------- Flora's heart raced as she desperately searched for Sabrina, her sister who vanished without a trace five years ago. She couldn't ignore the possibility that the Lycan King's cruel tradition of auctioning off or eliminating unmated female wolves every five years might be connected to her sister's disappearance.
